a much better view

i visit the church up the street.

walk

with hands in pockets

up to brick

building.

the wind is at my back.

the sky

a startling blue.

the lot is full. the mass has

already begun.

but i have no intention

of going in.

i'll take my confession out

here,

say my prayers directly.

from here i see more

clearly.

it's a much better view.